A rare occurance (RippedNose ONLY)

Ryota rolled his eyes as Sora resisted, and he stepped forewards as the redhead stepped back. "Don't touch you? Well I've already done that, now lemme see!" he reached out to grab Sora's arm, insistent on seeing the mark the bite had left. He knew it was a pretty stupid thing to be demanding, but he had been passed out for a week because of it, he wanted to see if it had been worth it or not. He was still grinning widely, knowing he would probably get his way in the end.

"Get away from me you weirdo!" Sora growled, stepping back more to get some distance, though Ryota was always annoyingly persistent. "You've got stupid-germs, and I certainly don't need any of those. Particularly not yours," he commented, disliking Ryota strongly and obviously. He'd probably get bit again or something.

Ryota's grin didn't falter as he stepped towards him once more, deciding that this would be fun. "I may be a weirdo, but I don't have stupid germs, idiot" he laughed, "and plus, if they even existed, I'm sure you would have more than I would. Now gimme your arm!" Ryota took a large step forewards so he was almost right against Sora, giving him an advantage if he tried to get away, and he grabbed for his arm again.

"Ugh, you wish. You're just trying to lighten the load of germs you're carrying so you look at least a little less stupid," Sora said, knowing that if he tried pushing him away that his arms would just be grabbed easier and he'd be forced to show him the bitten arm. He needed a better plan to get away from Ryota. One that didn't involve him getting too close or much physical contact.

"What does being stupid have to do with germs!? Sure, I need a shower because I've been unconcious for a week, but still" Ryota argued, the smile slipping off his face, to be replaced with an annoyed one. "Now gimme. Your. Damn. ARM!" he demanded, reaching for it once again quickly, hoping to be able to snag it. It reminded him of a certain time a week ago that he was demanding to see something that was Sora's, and they ended up beating each other up over it. The thing they were fighting over this time just happened to be product of the first fight.

"Ewww, thanks for reminding me," Sora exclaimed, now wanting more than ever not to get touched by him. "That's sick! Go take a shower then, sicko!" he yelled, making a face at the gross and rather unsanitary Ryota. "Sick, sick, sick!" He didn't want to be anywhere near him right now. Not even in the same breathing space or anything. Even if he did take a shower.

Ryota sighed at his own stupidity. He shouldn't have said that, because now this was going to be even more difficult. "I'm going to, as soon as you show me your arm!" he said loudly, crossing his arms. "I won't even touch you! Just show it to me and I'll stop harassing you!" he tried to persuade him to show it. All he wanted was to see it, and then he would just leave, and go shower.

"What's to see?" Sora asked, still looking at him with distaste. "Here, see?" he held up his arm that was covered in bandages that had been recently and painfully changed. "See? Nothing to see. Just an injury that's taking longer to heal than the other ones I've had," he said, explaining sort of. "Nothing to see, again. Good enough?"

Ryota looked expectantly at his arm, but the look changed once he saw the bandages. "I don't know what's to see, that's the point, and no, that's not good enough! I wanna see the scab, or scar, or whatever the hell it is now!" He crossed his arms and glared at the shorter male. Sora should have known that it wouldn't be enough for him.

"No way, that's weird!" Sora said, pulling his arm back to his side and backing up. "Ugh, you're a sick weirdo." He could probably just walk off, but then he might get some sort of back attack from Ryota. He'd pounce on him and hold him down or something else weird. "Go injure Tobi and ask if you can see his wounds a week later. He'd let you, I bet."

Ryota narrowed his eyes when his wish was denied, once again. "No shit. What do you expect me to be after growing up with these morons?" he asked, speading his arms to indicate the Akatsuki. "No, I wanna see this one. It took too much time and effort to make that, and I wanna see what it did. We can either do this the easy way, or the hard way. Either way, I'm going to see your arm, so I suggest you give up".

"I don't see why you would ever think I'd submit to you," Sora said, still having no desire whatsoever of obeying him. "I don't care why you want to see it, because that reason is weird itself. Just go injure Tobi the same way and then you can see similar results of the damage done to me, you'd just be wasting the same time and effort." He was never going to go the easy way for Ryota. It'd have to be the hard way.

Ryota rolled his eyes. "Hard way it is" he muttered, not surprised at all at the answer. He lunged For Sora, hoping to tackle him to the ground, and aiming a bit farther that the redhead was, so that if he moved he would hopefully still get him. His wounds screamed in protest, even after healing for a week, because it still wouldn't have done much, except prevent him from re-opening the wounds, which he would probably do now.

Apparently Ryota had a little common sense and had moved farther than the point of where he had been, so then he'd manage to capture him no matter what. He landed on Sora with a dull thump, Sora grunted as they hit the ground roughly. "Leave me alone, persistent idiot," he hissed, his body aching from the pressure on his only half-healed wounds.

Ryota winced as he landed on Sora, though he was glad he had actually managed to catch him, and land on him instead of the floor, which would have hurt ten times more. "Not unless you show me your arm, or else I'm staying put and there's nothing you can do about it" he said in a slightly threatening voice. He would. He would stay as long as he needed. It wasn't even really about the arm anymore, he was just being stubborn and showing that he wasn't going to just give up on something.

"No," Sora hissed, glaring darkly at Ryota who was heavily on top of him again. He wondered what the others would think if they saw this.....er...episode..... Awkward, no doubt. "You won't be staying on here all day, and you certainly aren't going to get your way like the spoiled brat you are." He'd find a way to get Ryota off. He normally did.

Ryota narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms on top of Sora's chest, making himself more comfortable. "Yes, I will be staying here all day, unless you show me your damn arm" he said, ignoring the spoiled brat part. He was far from, seeing as where he was living. He had never been spoiled. More like the opposite.

"No, and you still haven't bathed. That's really gross! Get off of me," Sora barked, frustration growing. He wasn't about to show Ryota the status of the wound, since it still looked relatively bad. He didn't even like changing the bandage to look at it. The skin was torn up underneath, which hurt a lot. He was trying to keep it from getting infected, but the extensive damage to the skin and it being all open, he was sure he'd get some kind of infection eventually.

Ryota growled slightly and settle down more, glaring at the redhead. "Good. I hope you get covered in whatever crap's been covering me for the past week, seeing as I havn't changed yet either" he said with a smirk, not making a move to get off. He would stick this out as long as he needed to, no matter what anyone would say if they walked by. "Now show. Me. Your. Arm" he demanded, pressing down on Sora's chest with his arms.

"What the heck," said, shuddering. "That's so nasty, its not even funny...." Sora really didn't want to be near him, and he was full on touching him. Sick, sick, sick, sick. "You're not going to see my arm, get over it and get off of me." He was going to get this kid off of him, but he wasn't going to give him his way and allow him to see his arm.

Ryota raised an eyebrow when he was denied once again, before smirking. "You know what. . . I'd like to see you make me" he said in a challenging tone. He was sure that Sora wouldn't be able to get him off, seeing as he weighed so much more. All he wanted was to see his damn arm. Was it that bad that he wouldn't let him see it, and deny him so many times? He held back a laugh at these thoughts.

Sora tried to push him off, but only with one arm, since the other was injured and Ryota would be able to grab it and might not give it back. He was too heavy, and one arm wasn't enough. Sora wasn't the type to really work out so he'd get defined muscles and junk, the kind of stuff that would mess up his appearance, so he didn't work out to the point he was able to lift things heavy. He just needed enough to stay in shape and move quickly, endurance included. "I will, just you wait, I will make you get off of me."

Ryota laughed at the attempt to push him off, which didn't work, especially since he was only using one arm. "Fine, I'll wait, because I have all day" He said with a grin, looking at the bandages that covered Sora's bite wound. "I hope you know I can easily reach your arm from here, especially since by arms are longer than yours" he laughed and shook his head, not bothering at the moment, but he would if Sora didn't show it to him soon.

"Yeah? If you know that then why don't you try and get it yourself? Why should I have to submit to showing it to you on my own accord?" Sora asked, not like he wanted him to try, since fighting back would be a little bit difficult. He did wonder why Ryota didn't try that in the first place if he knew he could. "Or are you just seeking the pleasure of me giving in, is that it?" he demanded, since it seemed like the kind of thing he'd want.

Ryota rolled his eyes, thinking the answer was obvious, when Sora got to it. "Exactly" he said patiently, like he was speaking to a three year old. "I'm waiting for you to realize that there's no use denying me something I want, and just giving in" he said with a smile, a bit surprised that Sora had figured that out so easily, even if it was obvious.